Are puttin’ on powder fer fair—
The ladies whose kisses are tainted
Are waitin’ you there.
I’ve been through the mill, an’ I know it—
I know jest the fool thet you are;
Oh, you’ll be a sport, an’ you’ll throw it
In gobs on the bar.
It’s “Drinks fer the house!” you’ll be yellin’;
The bums will be there to partake.
They’ll laugh at the stories you’re tellin’,